Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules Page #6

Dad started writing my

papers because of that paper.

I looked like an idiot!

And the girl from the roller rink

She laughed at me!

Ouch!

Just do something that

changes her opinion of you.

Like, set a firecracker

off in the classroom. Boom!

Chicks dig bad boys!

Well, actually I was thinking

about writing her a note.

You mean like on with words on it?

I've got it all figured out.

I'm gonna pass her a note with a

question on it, but it'll be anonymous.

She'll be like, "I have to know who wrote this."

Then later, I'll walk up to her

and ask her the exact same question.

It'll blow her mind.

A note?

Do you want me to spell check it?

Just pass it to Holly.

To Holly.

Thank you.

It's from Greg.

What's going on?

Greg Heffley is passing me notes!

No, I wasn't!

"How do you get your hair

to smell so beautiful?"

Okay. The note was a minor setback,

but at least things are

still going well with Rodrick.

It's amazing but

I'm actually enjoying

watching Loded Diper rehearse

for the talent show.

Bill's taken the band

to a whole new level.

Somebody farted.

I got one. I got one. I got

a good one. I got a good one.

Somebody farted.

My dad should be happy that

I'm hanging out with Rodrick.

But I don't think

he really likes Bill.

I think what he's worried about

is I'll turn out like Rodrick,

Manny'll turn out like me, and,

eventually, we'll all turn out like Bill.

Rock and roll!

Rock on.

Yeah.

Dear Greg, meet me

in the art room before lunch.

There's something I want to

ask you. Kiss, kiss. Holly.

Hi, Holly! I was glad to get your note.

I've been wanting

a chance to talk to you.

And, hey, you like to paint.

I'm kind of an artist myself.

Holly?

Ha!

Chirag?

You see me now, don't you? Game,

set and match to Chirag Gupta!

Hi, Holly!

Hi, Fregley!

She thinks I'm Fregley?!

That's gotta hurt!

Want to see my secret freckle?

Ew!

So the note to the girl didn't work out?

All right. Let's go. Little

bro, I am taking you out.

And here are

my other men.

Greg, Rodrick, I'd like

you to meet my editors,

Mr. Salz and Mrs. Kohan.

Hey. Hello. Nice to meet you. Hello.

Where you boys off to?

Just taking

the little brother out

for the evening.

He could use a good time.

Okay, well, be safe.

And be home by 9:00.

Yeah. See you!

Bye.

Bye. Have fun!

Good night.

Now that is impressive.

My older boy wants nothing to

do with his younger brothers.

You certainly

practice what you preach.

I think every mother in town

should read your column.

Thanks.

Mom would kill us

if she saw us eating this.

Brain freeze!

Brain freeze!

All I can say is, get ready

to have your mind blown.

We are going to

have an epic night.

Are you okay?

Fake vomit. You

can't beat the classics.

Yeah.

Here we go. Here we go. Here he comes.

Okay. Very funny!

Very funny.

This is sweet!

I told you.

So, you know that girl

who I sent the note to?

Yeah?

She thinks I'm Fregley.

Oh, man!

I mean, hey,

don't take it hard.

Girls act like they're not

into you when they really are.

I mean, tons of girls act like

they're not into me, but they are.

I know they are. I bet

she really likes you.

Check it out. Check it out.

Whoa!

Who's out there?

No way.

Coach Malone?

Real funny, yeah?

Oh, yeah!

Well, you just messed

with the wrong athlete!

Move, move!

Show yourself!

Go, go!

You want to take me on? Yeah?

You want to take me on?

You better bring your A game,

'cause I am a competitor!

Come on!

You will come out!

You know I'm going to find you!

Help!

Come on.

Something tickles.

Come on, come on, come on!

You can't outrun me!

I'm a superstar!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Everywhere you go, it's me!

Stupid carbs!

There's the mall, come on!

I can't go much further!

Got you!

Coach Malone?

"You can't outrun me!

I'm a superstar!"

"Everywhere you go,

it's me!"

Come on.

Oh, you boys are five minutes

early. Did you have a good time?

A great time.

That is so sweet.

I just can't get over how

well your boys get along.

Well, Larry, we run a pretty

tight ship around here.

It's all about

boundaries, rules.

Anyway, let me show you some of

those Civil War re-enactment photos

I was telling you about.

So, what did

you boys do?

Just hung out at the mall.

And talked about life.

Nothing special.

Oh, my God.

Rodrick?

Can you explain what

you're doing in this photo?

That's not me.

That's not you?

Nope.

Okay. How about these?

I can't believe

that you had a party!

Greg, you told me it was a

couple of kids, a band rehearsal!

Wait, Susan,

you knew about this?

Yes.

Yes, I knew.

You told Mom?

I knew they

had a party!

It slipped out,

but I took it back!

My instincts told me

you weren't being honest!

I should've trusted my

instincts. FRANK: Wait!

You knew about this, but

you didn't tell me about it?

I still protected you!

I threw Mom

off your scent!

Great job.

She has no idea!

We are supposed to be a team against them!

They were getting

along so well,

I let it blind me to the truth!

Why were you taking pictures?

It was so crazy that morning,

I forgot we took the pictures!

So I let it slide and I am so sorry.

Oh, God, it feels so good to get that out!

I haven't been able to look at

that bathroom door for two weeks!

I knew that door had a lock on it!

And everybody was trying to make

me feel like I was losing my mind!

We're just gonna let ourselves out.

I wouldn't write

a column about this.

I'm going upstairs!

To a bathroom that has a lock on it

and no one can tell me that it doesn't.

I have to go talk to your father!

I will deal with you boys later.

Rodrick, I really

didn't tell her!

I mean maybe, sort of,

but I made a deal with her,

and we had a really

good time, and...

You're my brother,

but you'll never

be my friend.

Your father and I have talked and

we've decided on your punishment.

Greg, you're grounded

for two weeks.

Also, no video games

for two weeks.

Rodrick, you may only drive to

and from school for the next month.

As the ringleader, you are

also grounded for a month.

Mom, I'm sorry,

and I won't do it again.

I know you won't.

And to make sure, we're also not allowing you

to perform in the talent show.

What? No.

No, you can't do that.

Ground me for a year, I don't care.

But you have to let me play in that show.

This could be my big break!

I'm sorry.

Dad, come on, this isn't fair!

I just got Bill in the band!

Actually, Rodrick, that

doesn't help your case.

Bill's kind of a jerk.

Our decision is final.

You are so dead.

Things have never been worse.

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